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Thursday, September 9, 2010

Searching

There are plenty of things to obsess about. Like how we are going to manage daycare next year, who I'm going to find to mentor my resident research project, and that Survivor starts this next week.

One of the things that I don't obsess about at all are my blog numbers. The number of followers (although all are welcome and enjoyed), the number of visitors, the number of hits.

But I'll be honest, I do love the key words on my Goggle Analytics.

It's always interesting (and occasionally confusing) to see how people come across my neck of the woods, so to speak. For example...

"Boys don't appreciate swimming"Well, if you just throw them in the deep end, it's true. They don't. They also don't really appreciate a kiddy pool in the backyard full of ice cold water from the hose. (Although, I assure you, none of those occurrences have ever been documented here.) What's with kids these days?

"Why I hate Wuthering Heights"I don't know why you do. And I don't think you found anything here to add to your dislike. Although my mom hates it too. You should talk.

"Just walk it out"It's true, this would probably work. It worked as a child. At least that's what we would tell each other when we fell off the roof or out of the tree that we had explicitly been told to stay away from by our parents. I wonder why I don't use this more often.

"Closet optimist"If you're truly looking for a closet optimist, you'll have to look else where. I am a self-proclaimed, rose-colored glasses, glass-half-full type of girl. There is no closet here. Only there is, it's just filled with Transformers and 50 piece puzzles.

"Mature, loves boys"Well, I attempt to be mature. And I do love my boys. And if you mean this in any other way, you are free to leave. Actually, I insist.

"Medical school is hard, how to survive"Ooh, I don't think I can help you here. And I'm sure that reading my stories don't help. The only thing I can tell you is that it is hard. And that almost everyone comes through the other side. You survive the same way the rest of us do. One day at a time, one moment with loved ones at a time, one latte at a time.

"Optimists make poor decisions"Hey! I resent that. We make perfectly good decisions. Although I did think the eggplant would go over well, so maybe you have a point.

"Post call haze"Ah, yes. The "30 hours straight, paged non stop, can't feel my feet, can't remember where my car is, thank goodness no one died" post call haze. I'm not sure if you're looking for a definition or a solution. No amount of reading will provide satisfactory definitions. And there is only one solution. Sleep. Glorious sleep.

"My female ego"I'll be the first to admit, I've got one. I was pretty sure that I didn't. But I get off easy and call it maternal instinct.

"Mom making me do worse at school"Never! After all, the only reason I follow you around the house asking questions about how your day was, who you played with, what you learned, where is your homework, when is this due, and why did you spell it that way...that was all love.

"Self-help for optimists"Like I said before, I'm good.

"Who is The Katherine Wheel"That is the question, isn't it? I've got the demographics pretty much nailed: 20-something, wife, mom of boys, anesthesia resident, newly Midwesterner. But as to who Katherine really is? That's something that always in transition. I was a painter, now a DIY home owner. I was a poet, now I'm a lullaby singer. I was a student, now I'm a life-learner. I was a uptight mountain girl, now I'm a laid-back flat-lander. Who is Katherine? Now that's the real search.

3 comments:

You got some really good ones! Except for that potentially creepy one... But, seriously, I like your searches. And especially your responses.

Most of my searches lately have been variations of "why was Jim Parsons so thin at the Emmys?" I mean, I'm glad I'm not the only one that noticed, but you mention one little thing in one blog post and suddenly three dozen people are googling you.

Although, I was slightly offended about one search that landed someone on my blog: "the myth of Karen's boobs." What's that all about?

First off, I was a total idiot and read your post of Mockingjay because it caught my eye. I am still in Catching Fire and that was a really stupid thing for me to do. Not your fault of course. I'm just letting you know I'm an idiot who read ahead and wished I hadn't.

I rarely look at the keyword searches. They're pretty much all the same. I have a couple of posts that have maintained decent search results and they take up all the searches. It's all inverted nipples and butterbeer over at my place. I do kind of wish I'd get the occasional weird search.

I just clicked over to read the Wuthering Heights post of yours. I wouldn't say I hated the book, I just didn't love it like I thought I would. Everyone else that I know seems to love it. I don't understand why. No one is happy, I didn't feel attached to anyone in it. I've been meaning to re-read one day to see if it's improved over time.

Me

I am the mother of three boys and the only girl in this family of five. I adore being a parent more than I imagined. Currently, my free time is spent as an anesthesiologist. I'm usually happy, always tired, and learning to be more laid back.

Hubster

Hubster is my wonderful husband. He is in his last year of dental school. He never fails to impress me with his patience, handy man skills, and ongoing ability to put up with all the craziness in our lives.

Bug

Bug is our amazing 12 year old. He is creative and smart, and developing an impressive sarcastic side. In addition to his love of reading (which I like to take credit for), he's also developing an interest in running, coding, and resistance to chores.

Monkey

Monkey is our happy 8 year old. He is loud, laughing, and fearless, marching to the beat of his own drum. He makes friends where ever he goes. He will talk your ear off about Pokemon and Minecraft. His imagination is boundless and his sense of style all his own.

Duck

At two years of age, Duck is the baby of the family. He's still cuddly and adorable, but working on developing the perfect tantrum. He adores his big brothers and a good snuggle almost as much as he enjoys chasing the cats.

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Tuesday: Hot Dogs

Wednesday: Lentil Soup

Thursday: Chicken Pot Pie

Friday: Homemade Pizza

Saturday: Fried Rice

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